NOT TO BE SAD
Not to bring you down, but this blog is about grief and sadness, or not.
LIVING FOR TOMORROW
It’s hard to live as if the last time we see someone could be the last time we would ever see them. We can’t live like that. And we shouldn’t.
We shouldn’t because experience teaches something different. The sun comes up, our friends and family are still with us, and we are still with them. We know life can end at any moment, but it usually doesn’t.
BUT SOMETIMES IT DOES
- Ken was my best friend at church. One day, while riding his bike, he was hit by a car. Ken was gone.
- A friend from high school was driving home late one night; he fell asleep and veered off the road. Ronnie was gone.
- A college student who was a vital part of our campus ministry fell while free climbing in Yosemite National Park. Wendell was gone.
- I was in my office at church when the call came through; my brother had ended his life. Larry was gone.
Some losses are more poignant than others due to their being so violent, so horrible, and so sudden.
I had no idea about those mentioned above. I had no idea that the last time I saw them would be the last time I would ever see them. But it was.
JESUS OUR MESSIAH
Did Mary wake up knowing her son would be dead that afternoon?
Did she know when she fell asleep a few nights later that her son would rise the next morning? When she went to his tomb and saw the stone rolled back, did she dare to hope?
WE NEVER KNOW
We never know what life is about to bring us.
- Forest Gump’s mom was right, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.”
- Paul was right, “Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”
- David was right, if he indeed wrote Psalm 118:24, “This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES
There are no guarantees, no lasting promises for this life. We all owe a death, we just assume its many years away and that tragedies are something other people have.
I suppose the deaths of our loved ones would be easier to manage if we knew they would rise in three days. But they don’t.
Not until that last and final day, when the trumpet blast of God resonates across the universe, when he comes in the clouds with the heavenly host, then our Messiah will claim his own.
I live in hope.
It wasn’t for this life that Jesus died. It wasn’t to extend this life, or to change the world to be heaven on earth. He died for the life to come. By faith, I await my savior and look for his coming.
It helps me not to be so sad about those I’ve lost.